In The Morning

And in the morning,
I remember the night.
The sky had a soft overlay,
veiled in sunset pink,
changing the blue,
Luring your senses deeply,
pervasive.
Lights on the horizon of city scape,
displaying its massive shadow,
sensing a different busy,
a hustle and sway as the lights glistened in the cooling evening.
Sounds more vivid as your senses picked up mystery and darkness.
The whoosh as movement sounded in the distance,
muffled and constant,
complacent,
unending in its stream.
It is there on the verge of midnight and fading to darkest,
I think of you.
Long for you
for kiss,
In the morning..
you.

Raine Les 6/7/2008

(((Sadie)))

very nice